'Ey! How many times do I have to tell you that ain't my music. THIS is!
:: The theme from Pirates of the Caribbean echoes in the arena and the fans begin to scream with excitement as "Jack Sparrow", rope in hand, stood upon the top of the titantron. He pulled his pistol from it's holster and shot the end of the rope that was tied down and as he did so it yanked him from his perch and swung him out over the crowd. He turned with it as it flew over the ring and let go of the rope, landing atop a turnbuckle with a pleased smile on his face.
Well then, let's get on with it. At this time I would like to call down all of the gold bearing champions that this particular alliance of men has to offer.
:: "Jack" dropped the microphone and jumped off the turnbuckle, into the ring, which had been decorated to look like the interior of a pirate ship. Open treasure chests littered jewels around the mat of the ring, which had been covered with a tarp that had been painted to resemble wooden floor beams. Jack sat behind a large wooden table that was also heavily decorated with jewels and gold, he picked up a glossy bottle that was filled with a bronze liquid and took a swig from it. He kicked up his legs and smiled, drinking from the bottle once more as he awaited the arrival of his guests ::
